Days 59-62: Through Colombia and Home in Puerto Lopez, Ecuador at last!

Driving from Cartagena, Colombia, to the border of Ecuador was relatively uneventful. Once we got off the Ruta Caribe (Carribean Road), we were reminded to fasten our seatbelts and not drink and drive.

I also loved they the Colombians let you know of points of interest nearby.

And, hitchhikers are always able to find a ride! This is a container on a car hauler with two guys on the back. This was not an uncommon combination!

In the northern part of the country, the landscape reminded me of the area in which I grew up, except the hills were bigger and steeper. In my part of Kentucky, the hillsides tended to be dotted with cattle, predominantly Holstein. Sometimes, those cattle dotted the road, too. (At least ours did!)

We were also driving up and down hills, seeing nothing other than farms and a few houses. Suddenly, there was a little town that may have a cross street, but not necessarily. These little towns all had the same makeup: A few houses, a restaurant or two, a gas station, and a little market. Every two or three towns, there would also be a farm supply or feed store.

The architecture was different, too. In Kentucky, the homes tended to be colonial-style farmhouses or ranch-style homes. In Colombia, the buildings are the tradition block and brick structures.

As we drove further south, Colombia began to look more like an Andean country than Appalachian. These mountains really can make a person feel small.

We made it almost to Medellin the first night. We stopped for gas. This station was definitely full service.  They had gas, rooms, and a restaurant. Pretty handy! They had serious chuckles at our shorts and T-shirts while they were bundled up in winter coats. It was pretty cold! So glad there was somewhere around 20 blankets on the bed!

The next day was a difficult drive. The mountain roads in Central and South Colombia aren’t wide enough to accommodate one-way traffic when you consider semi-trucks and hairpin curves. They are two-way roads, though. Often, trucks had to stop and wait for traffic on the other side to pass before they could enter curves, or oncoming traffic would have to stop and wait for the truck to complete the curve. Passing was treacherous but possible, trust me – Bruce was driving! 

There was a heavy military presence throughout Central and Southern Colombia, especially guarding bridges. They were all very nice and waved back at us and smiled. About half of them would give a thumbs up when traffic went by. They had huge smiles when we gave them the thumbs up back! I’m really not sure what it meant, but it was fun.

The award for best police officers is going to have to go to Colombia. We got pulled over for document checks a few times. I feel confident we were pulled over a few extra times because Florida doesn’t issue a front license plate, but that was only an issue one time. In Medellin, the officers that pulled us over seemed very frustrated that they pulled us over and couldn’t find anything to ticket us for. They circled the truck a few times, made several comments about the lack of a front plate, and examined all of our documents very closely. They finally let us go, though.

Other than that, the police were exceptionally friendly. Once they saw that we were driving a US vehicle on a temporary import permit, they wanted to just chat for a bit. One officer didn’t even take our documents to look at. He just noticed that I had them. “Where did you come from?” “The United States, but we entered Colombia in Cartagena.” “How do you like Colombia?” “It’s beautiful and so full of history!” “Do you like the food?” Bruce says “Yes” with me and pats his belly. The officer laughs and pats Bruce’s belly, too!! He wished us a good trip and sent us on our way, never having touched any of our documents that were sitting on the console during the exchange.

Another one noticed that when he would ask Bruce questions, I would answer, so he asked if Bruce spoke Spanish. “He only speaks a few words.” The officer: “Gracias, Buenos dias…” Bruce: “Cervesa.” Me: “More cervesa!” The officer: “He’s learned a lot! That’s all he really needs to know!” He briefly glanced at our documents and wished us a pleasant trip.

                                                                                                                                                                                   

The Colombia-Ecuador border crossing was one of the easiest, and definitely the cheapest! Processing out of Colombia was easy. We went to the Dian to cancel the TIP for the truck. We could have just gone right on past. No cancellation paperwork, stamps, or anything. Just turned in the original permit. I’m glad I had an extra copy! Then, get the exit stamp in our passports. That got us out of Colombia.

Entering Ecuador just required filling out the immigration form and getting our passports stamped. One of the aduana guards noticed that I was standing in line a long time to get the TIP for the truck, so he went to a different building, came back, and escorted me to that building, where we sat down in a comfortable office, and a guy took care of our permit. Unlike most other countries where you can get a 30-day permit that can be extended, he issued us the full 90 days to correspond with our T3 visa. We asked about SOAT insurance, and he told us it was no longer required, so to not worry about it. I had copies of everything, but he just took pictures of my documents and uploaded them into the computer and gave me back my copies. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when we try to extend it, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. This was the first country we entered that did not charge for the permit, inspection, insurance, or any number of assorted fees to bring the truck (and often ourselves) into the country. I was so excited about how easy and free this crossing was, I forgot to take pictures of the processing center, but here’s the Welcome to Ecuador sign taken from outside the Colombian side.

We’re definitely back in Ecuador! The slower drivers are hugging the shoulder of the road so you can pass, and three wide over a speed bump is the norm, especially if you’re passing a truck or bus. The landscape is beautiful, and livestock is herded on the roads. We stopped for the night just past Quito. Initially, I had planned to see a few things in the northern part of the country on our way, but we’re ready to get home. We decided to just get to Puerto Lopez, and we’ll make a trip back up to see the things we missed later.

Loved seeing the palm trees on the side of the mountain along with the trees expected at certain altitudes, though I believe we had come down from official “altitude” by this point, I think we were still pretty far up.

There have been a lot of changes to Puerto Lopez since we’ve been gone. The next post will either talk about the changes in town or run down some of the expenses on our trip.

Days 51-59: Passing the Darien Gap (or Enjoying the San Blas Islands) and Retrieving the Truck in Cartagena

Traveling past the Darien Gap was treacherous, but pleasant in parts. We took a 50’ Sailboat from the San Blas Islands to Cartagena, stopping at four of the islands on the way.

Let me start with the bad stuff because I like to end on a good note instead of a downer. The bad stuff was pretty bad, and I seriously cannot recommend this boat to anyone without checking a few things. I would suggest asking about some of these even on other boats for this same crossing.

The manufacturer’s plate on the boat said it had a maximum capacity of 12 people. We had 13 paying passengers plus two crew members for a total of 15 people on board. As if that wasn’t a tight enough squeeze, there was no rigging for the dingy. That meant that during the open sea crossing, the dingy had to be brought on board and into the cockpit and salon, eliminating a good portion of the precious space we had. During the open sea crossing, the deck was also not available, as it was not safe out there. Even with the dingy towed behind, at least three people had to sit on countertops, and there still wasn’t room to eat without some people holding their plates in the air and sitting back from the table. That was issue #1, which really wasn’t very bad.

There were only bunks/cabins to accommodate a total of 14 people, so one of the paying passengers had to sleep out in the salon. We drew straws to determine who that would be. Fortunately, it wasn’t us. That was issue #2, which didn’t affect us.

The biggie was that our cabin was leaky. I’m not talking about a couple of drops here and there leaky. I’m talking water cascading down in sheets leaky. It wasn’t an issue the first three days on the islands. We only had a little sprinkle during that entire time. The last two days, when we were doing the open sea crossing, though, was a different story. We were with the currents but against the waves, and the waves grew as time went on. Those two nights, we felt like we were being waterboarded. It was miserable. Between the heat, the stuffiness, and the water, Bruce had a spell with his heart while we were making the crossing. Fortunately, we were able to get him through it without needing air evac, and he is fine now. I don’t think we’ll be doing one of these again, though.

Now, for the play-by-play of the boat with just brief mention of the bad stuff when they come up.

We arranged to be picked up at our hotel at 5:00 a.m. and transported to the boat. Our driver arrived around 6:00, and off we went to a town called Carti inside a park that reminded me of Native American reservations in the US. We had to show our passports and pay a fee to enter. It’s run by the Kuna, which is the indigenous tribe in that part of Panama and the San Blas Islands. From what I understand, you must get permission from the Kuna to live and enter there, and if you live in the San Blas Islands, you must take your rotation to care for one of the islands. Each island has at least one hut on it, and a family lives in that hut for three months, then another family moves in. During that time, you care for the island you are on. That includes issuing $100 fines to tourists that pick up and take coconuts!

From Carti, the 13 passengers and our stuff loaded up on this little boat, taking the boat to meet our boat. We were 4 Irish persons, 4 US citizens, 1 dual citizen (US and Bolivia), 1 Australian, 1 German, 1 Swiss, and 1 Brit. The captain, Victor, was from Argentina, and the mate, Sophie, was French. The theme from Gilligan’s Island started playing over and over in my head. It got louder as I saw some of the islands. Kept reminding myself that these desert isles are not uncharted.

We met the Amande (our sailboat) beside the island of Chichime. The snorkeling wasn’t bad, but the water was a bit murkey. Closer to the shore, we found multiple starfish and other critters to play with. We swam across the channel to another island where we found a little bird with fishing line tied around its foot. We captured it and held it down while we untied the line and set it free. We noticed that some of the flight feathers had been broken on one wing, but that was all we could do. We hope it survives. At the end of the first day, off to bed early, though most folks stayed up and partied a bit.

On the second day, we headed to the immigration island of El Porvenir. The captain left with our passports to get us stamped out of Panama, and Kuna ladies came to try to sell us overpriced needlepoint squares and beads. When the ladies left, many of our bunch swam over to the beach to play volleyball. I swam around the boat for a while, and Bruce and I took our turn washing up the breakfast dishes. After we were all stamped out of Panama and we took on more fresh water and fuel, we headed over the island of Banadup, which has a bar on it. The only drinks served were rum, beer, and Coca-Cola. You had to mix you own Cuba Libre, but that worked fine for me. The captain let everyone know that there would be no drinking on the day we start passage across the open sea, so everyone decided they needed to drink all they brought with them instead of bringing some on into Colombia with them. Some folks got stupid drunk, and the next morning, we had our first victim of “sea sickness”, though I think it had less to do with the sea than the prior night’s partying.

On the last day, we went to the island of Isla Julio (aka Hollandes Cay). This had an awesome reef! So many types of coral, and all very healthy and huge with various fishes throughout. I saw several schools of parrot fish, wrasses, many types of tangs, and many other bright, beautiful fish. I saw a cleaning station that didn’t disband when I swam close. Instead, I got to watch the gobies finish cleaning a parrot fish. I really wished I had my underwater camera, but alas! It remains in Ecuador! The reef was very shallow in places, and the current was strong. It kept trying to push me into the coral, but I was able to make it through the whole time without getting any reef rash. I could have spent the whole time right here and never missed the other islands. Unfortunately, I was already rather burned, and the morning I spent face down in the water just burned my back even more, so I spent the afternoon on the boat with Bruce.

In preparation for the open sea crossing, the dingy was brought on board and things were stowed. We were then informed that we should have waterproof bags around our bags. We removed all of our electronics so they could be stowed in different cabins of the boat. This did not bode well. Bruce’s point: “If water is going to get on our electronics under our bunk, I’m gonna drown!” Little did we know just how right he was! The captain said to take our sea sickness pills and then go to bed.  Once we were all in bed, he would start the crossing. He said the first part should be the worst of it, and once we get used to the higher waves, it should be okay. We took our pills and headed to bed. The hatches were closed and tightened down, and the fan didn’t adjust so you could aim the air where you needed it.

The boat started hitting the waves and causing a jolting ride. There was no air to speak of in the cabin. It was hot and stuffy. When a wave washed up over the hatch, a steady trickle of water would run onto our faces. Bruce started not feeling well. I could feel his heart racing just by putting my hand on his chest. His skin was also cold and clammy to touch. It was dark, so I couldn’t see him, but things were not boding well. His carotid puIse was irregular and fast, but strong, so that was a good sign. I got him sat up out of the water stream, hooked the door to the cabin open, and breathed with him. This is where the boat had the second bout of sea sickness, but this is a common side effect of his spells, so maybe not caused by the sea, either. Eventually, his heart rate slowed back down, and his skin felt more normal, so we laid back down and tried to sleep. It wasn’t a very restful night, but we had no more events.

The next day, we went to the salon and perched Bruce in the spot that got the most air. He didn’t move.  We were trolling a line behind the boat, and hooked a Dorado (Mahi-Mahi) which the captain landed. Sophie cooked it with pasta, and it was delicious. Not many people ate, though. Most folks stayed below in their cabins, feeling rather nauseous. I went below a couple of times for naps. I was exhausted. There was one spot on the bed that didn’t have water dripping onto it. It was kind of in the center of the length of the bed, close to the center wall. I gathered the sheet and pillows there and laid my head down. Curling my back, my hips fit on the edge of the bed, and my legs hung off. There wasn’t much air, and water was dripping onto my shorts, but I was able to nap without water hitting my face. Sophie said the waves should get smaller after 3 in the afternoon, and even smaller as we neared Cartagena. The sea proved her wrong. The waves grew higher and stronger as the day progressed. 

After dark, when the captain sent us all below and turned out the lights, the waves were crashing so hard against the boat that I would be thrown a couple of inches into the air to fall back onto the pad that was our bed. It was somewhat painful. Also, the waves were bringing so much water onto the deck that it was a downpour into our faces where it leaked into our cabin in multiple places. Moving or turning our heads did little to alleviate the situation, and we were not allowed out of our cabins. At one point, the items on the shelves in the galley and one side of a cupboard broke off.

We finally saw Cartagena in the early morning. Victor continually reminded us that he was just the captain and not the owner, even passing out cards for the owner for us to complain to. We got through immigration, and customs had no interest in us, so we started heading to the hostel that I had reserved before we left. Bruce was starting to get hot again, so I paid through the nose for a cab (twice what I knew was reasonable, and he was asking for more, trying to make me feel like I was being unreasonable for refusing to pay triple what the going fare was), but we got there and settled into the room. Went across the street to exchange money and around the corner to eat, and died for the rest of the day. I did take a moment to send some e-mails about our trip, and since the travel agency we booked it through was affiliated with our hostel in Cartagena, I spoke to one of the agents personally. She thinks we’ll end up with a partial refund, but it may take some time. I told her PayPal works worldwide, so no problem.

This is the Amande, taken from the dingy while heading to shore in Cartagena.

The next morning, it was off to the port to see how far I could get on processing the vehicles out of the container while waiting for our shipping partners to arrive. Turns out, not very much. I did get the process explained in detail and the initial invoices. I got back to the hostel and decided to walk around and check things out. Enjoy some pictures from around Cartagena.

Since our shipping partners weren’t supposed to get in until the next day, I decided that morning would be a good time to see the Castillo de San Felipe. I rented the headphone tour, which was really awesome. The historical references they gave made me feel like I was back in time, and I could picture in my mind the various battles they discussed from various defensive positions. This was definitely a well-designed, almost impregnable bastion! I pretty much followed the map – with a few alterations. You guys know me. I just don’t follow instructions well! So, I did head down some tunnels that weren’t closed off, but my recording said not to take or ignored. Really nothing special down them. I’m sure the one I decided not to take was really awesome, but I chickened out. The headphones said that if I decided to take that tunnel, to please turn in the headphones and alert the castle guards before doing it so they would know to send someone after you after a particular time. I started down, but it kept getting darker and narrower and slippery, so I turned around and came back. I hadn’t turned in my stuff or notified the castle guards, so that’s the excuse I’ll be using for turning back.

By the time I got back, our shipping buddies had checked in, so we met in the park. I took some more monkey pictures while there. In case anybody missed it, Parque Centenario is now my favorite city park in the world, though I never did find the sloth. I had already picked up the first set of invoices, so our first stop was at the bank to pay them. We took a cab to the bank, then walked the six blocks to the port to get the certificate that we needed to get the next set of invoices for the terminal. By the time we got that certificate, we had about an hour before customs closed. We needed receipts from that next set of invoices in order to schedule our inspection with customs.

These were two small monkeys. They looked like some type of tamarind, but the were so active I could never get a good shot of them.

The lady in this office was very nice. She was very sweet and apologetic when telling us that there was basically no way in hell we were going to get inspected tomorrow morning, even if we were able to get to customs before they closed (which didn’t happen anyway, so…). But we got more invoices paid, and knew to show up at customs bright and early in the morning to schedule a 2:00 inspection and emptying of the container. This was also the first time we learned we needed both car insurance and accident insurance on whoever goes into the port (which will be me). The nice lady was kind enough to tell us where to get these insurances, though.

This morning, our shipping buddies and I headed to the customs office to make our appointment. After being sent to make copies, he told us we would probably get our vehicles by Monday. After some discussion during which we assured him we were going to get insurance right after scheduling the inspection, we were cleared for 2:00 this afternoon. But, we had to go back to the port and have the nice lady from yesterday call the inspector to whom we were talking to make the appointment. Gotta love it!! So, we walked back to the port and asked her to call him, which she agreed to do. We reaffirmed that we would meet her around 1:30 before the inspection appointment at 2:00 and got her e-mail address to send our insurance certificates beforehand.

A taxi ride back to the park had us just a block away from where we needed to get the insurance. It took us about an hour to get both of those certificates, and the lady at the insurance company was nice enough to e-mail them over to the lady at the port. We agreed to meet back at the port a little before 1:30.

When we got to the port, we were given orange vests to wear and finally got to see our container!

Because only the vehicle owners were allowed at the container, and I don't do backward in tight spaces so well, our shipping buddy backed the truck out for me.

It still took a few more hours before we were able to drive out, but we left the port just before 5:00 p.m. with our vehicles! Our hostel doesn't have parking, but the guy in the parking lot in front of the port said it would be fine to leave it there overnight, and that there would be a guard all night because - port! So, we parked the truck again and tried to catch a cab back to the hostel. Nobody wanted to go to el centro that late in the day, so we ended up on the bus. Fortunately, a couple of guys on the bus were kind enough to make sure I knew when we had to get off to walk the last few blocks to the park. So, one last shot of the walls around Cartagena, and we'll be off tomorrow morning, headed toward Ecuador.